Friday Flash: "More Fun"
Everyone wishes they could have more fun in their lives. But
what about the people who want to have lessfun? Yeah, that’s right. We exist.
"Why don’t you say no the next time somebody asks you to do
something?” asked my oh-so perceptive friend Rachel.
"Thanks, I didn’t think of that,” I replied. No stink,
Sherlock. "What do you think I’ve been doing the past three months?”
"Practicing how to say no in the mirror?”
I wanted to kick her in the kneecaps. Instead I settled for
throwing a couch cushion at her head.
"Problem is, there’s just so much to experience, it’s like…
if I don’t get out and have fun, try new things, I’m going to come to the end
of my life having wasted it all sitting around watching Vampire Diaries reruns and eating cheap potato chips.”
"Get a Costco membership. They have the good stuff at decent
prices, plus you get like seven bags per trip.” Rachel stretched her arms above
her head and yawned. She never had any fun. I envied her at times like this.
"You’re missing the point,” I said, standing up and crossing
my arms. "With all these GroupOn and WagJag and whatever deals, there’s more
fun to be had than ever before! It’s like… there are hundreds of things to do
that I didn’t know existed before group buying sites. And I thought I had too
much to do already…”
Rachel poked me in the leg. I buckled backward on purpose
and let the momentum carry me to the floor, sitting cross-legged and burying my
head in my hands.
"You know, most people don’t even have the courage to get
off their couches let alone try, uh, what was it you did last weekend?”
I groaned. "Skydiving simulator at Niagara Falls.”
"You’re insane,” she said.
"I know.” I sighed and rolled back until I lay on the
carpet, staring up at the stucco ceiling. Next weekend I had a painting class
scheduled where I was supposed to learn painting textures. I don’t paint, but I
thought I could use it to re-do the ceiling in my room.
"Too much fun,” Rachel said, yawning again and closing her
eyes. She snuggled against the pillow I’d thrown at her at minute ago. "It’s
not like life is there to be experienced or anything.”
Don’t I know it.